(Danny Boy)
Yo, this is Danny Boy AKA Steely Dan, one hell of a man, La Coka Nostra.
And you're listening to Ill Bill is The Future Part 2.
It's a beautiful thing, my brother!
(Verse 1: Everlast)
I deal out physical justice and actual facts
I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks
But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe
The depth of the deviance that I can conceive
I overachieve, I'm underrated, I've got you under pressure
I'm over medicated
The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it
Got on stage at your show and I defecated
Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate
Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullsh**
It's f**ing Coka taking over
The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I pull out my sword and I cut you down
The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round
Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound
(Chorus X2)
I represent what it means to be true to the game
I was like what a Hollow-tip would do to your brain
They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing
(Verse 2: Ill Bill)
My competition's presentation is so damn weak
I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique
So gangster when I creep up
Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a f**
Even Jesus is leaking blood
From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from
But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun
That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride
Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time
Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex
I like hot s*uts to s** my dick
I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual
Im into to new p**y, new cars and new pistols too
This is who I am, you wonder how I k** a man
Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra We stand,
for honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
A federation of terror in at war with the beast
(Chorus X2)
I represent what it means to be true to the game
I was like what a hollow-tip would do to your brain
It's Billy Crystal, ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing
(Verse 3: Slaine) (Verse almost impossible to understand)
They call me f**ing Johnny Hustle with this knuckle nollie bustle
Puffin' gnarly with the muffle
Mumble, saying nothing holly,
truck denali Everybody hottie, by the shotty
snotty-nosed hoes, Totally out of her skull sew
On My Timbos, powder white, outta sight
Knuckle brashed as a baby
I don't even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for fun
The whole world revolves around cash and guns
DMS villains, the coke and the 'dro smoker
And poke holes in your whole soldier
From the brokenest cold sofa
To dough and MO's with chauffeurs
You should know already now cause I told most of ya's
We bullsh** with Bolsheviks, ginnies, and micks, kikes, gooks, spooks, and spics
It's a cold world with ruthlessness
So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this
(Chorus X2)
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Slaine, ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing
(Outro)
Yo bill....i told you man.
I stop sniffin coke, I turn into f**in...chris folley.
What the f** am i gonna do.
Go on a c**aine diet; get skinny?
Thats my dream.